Sierra

School is finally over (for two weeks) and all I have to do is…nothing. It’s great. I can sleep in—wait a sec, no I can’t! Our niece is visiting for the holidays and as much as I love her and her three year old humor, sometimes I just wish she would let us sleep. She’s still suffering from a bit of jet lag and thinks that 5:30 am is really 7:30 am. We live in the basement apartment which has a locked door to separate us from the upstairs. When no one wants to play with her at 5:30 in the morning, she bangs on our door until we come out. “Unc Paul … At Emily! Unc Paul…At Emily! Wake up!) So when I do finally go to the door and ask, “Hey Sierra. What can I do for you?” Where At Emily? Where she at?” “She’s asleep.” “Go get her, she my friend. I need her.” “I can’t Sierra, she’s asleep.” “But…but she my friend, I need her.” As cute as it was, I don’t think that Emily would have appreciated it much. I finally just said, “I think your mom needs you, hurry up stairs. Hurry… Hurry!

Paul